To Speak Of Love

Here we go round the prickly pear
I close my tearless eyes but see more clear
There is a Kingdom and there is
A beautycase to keep the stolen words
That speak, that speak of love

Here we go round the prickly pear
We pray for mercy and you are the grace, the veil
There is a female smell and then
There is a beautycase to keep the stolen words
That speak of love

Here we go round the prickly pear
And I'm doomed to fall but see the realm
So take the words that I have stolen
Keep them in your beautycase to speak of love
Now that I'm gone